It's nice out, finally.

And every time I talk to this one friend of mine, she says, "Go outside." She's jealous, because I'm retired. But retirement is for reading Mark Twain and eating cheese and watching Law & Order. Everyone knows this.

I'm not quite sure what her obsession is with outside. I hate it outside. There are bugs and I get a sunburn. I like it indoors. That's where all my things are.